From the moment that Tevya burst on to the drive-in screen, I was hooked. We all were, especially my father. I can still see him swaggering, belting out his favorite lines: “ If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum…” and on and on, in his full-throttle baritone. It became my family’s signature tune, starting that night at the drive-in when my 12-year-old self fell in love with Tevya and his family while sitting on a blanket with my mother and father and my brothers in front of our car, feasting on hamburgers and milkshakes under the stars.
